Enter Angry Wade's. Angry Wade's is in Brooklyn. It's an unassuming pub on the corner, a warm place for a drink when your hands, feet and cheeks have once again got too cold to continue walking in the Polar Vortex.
On arrival, the popcorn-scented bar was practically empty. And then the locals started arriving. And the locals play pool. Very seriously. I'm talking APA pool here. So the Pool Rules board is not to be taken lightly. But that didn't stop them from being friendly and welcoming and the perfect place to be that afternoon.